I wither besides the lush flower bed
Here we go~, let's see what you think, please enjoy i wither beside the lush flower bed i am full of life and yet i stand as bones where i can sip the dew drops i find myself unquenchable touched by falling petals, my skin stings with pricklers ping
The Pale Gardener (Poem)
Scythe ever sharp for flowers death shall reap a gift bouquet to trek with, yours to keep
The Jade Warrior - Chapter 2
Chen looked at bai "can we give them a flower too dad? bai looked around "yes, we must respect the dead. let's gather some flowers, we will put one by each house to represent their families."
Vengeance 26: A Day Together
Just then all the flowers closed with the setting of the sun. then a secondary set of pods opend and the feild was filled with tiny blue flowers, glowing softly. nathan: they have two flowers.
Bambi's first feast (Vore)
Although in reality, the main reason flower lived away from everyone else was his quite embarrassing love for his namesake, the skunk simply loved flowers.
FF: A Fallen Hero
When they tried poisoning my dad and i turned into that stupid flower, if see anymore of those flowers again..." he uttered, breaking out into tears.
Flowers For Serath #3
#3 of flowers for serath a process of meditation and a heartfelt decision lead to wonderful paths in life. here is one of our tiger seraths paths serath sits in meditation on the bank of the river overlooking the flowing water.
Flowers For Serath #2
#2 of flowers for serath a thought on being used by people who do not care. fake friends as they are called you have used me enough and i am done with you. you can not further your own life through me.
Flowers For Serath #1
#1 of flowers for serath an idea that popped in my head of a very mindful but broken bengal tiger character named serath. a sort of free verse poetry/stream of consciousness. ill be writing more with him as the days and weeks continue.
(mini story) Memories
He placed the flowers upon that tombstone; along with many others. with a single tear rolling down his cheek, he left that grave-site.coming here only to remember the good times..the memories...
Red the Rose (Poem)
Red the Rose By Brett Red, red, red the blood Running down the rose. Bouquets of candy- pink and white In doilied mason jars repose. Outside the hoary petals fall Into the stony bottomed mere And paint a picture on the lake, Whitewashed by...
Eiden and Prakasha sleep together
The loud stammering coming from her woke them up, with eiden pushing himself away in panic and dakini rubbing her eyes, before smiling at the rare one and drawing a flower in the air.